Sanctuary
Alone again, alone in time,
and so i sink into my mind.
I chase my dreams to the unknown,
where the blind eye sees
and the souls are grown.
I walk through a white door
that leads to my heart
its shattered, broken,
and all torn apart.
The past is an evisceration picture book
written in braille,
only those who wish to truly see
could understand its tale.
Inside the guilt of innocence
the seeds of future life are sewn,
and within the sins of unity
the first die is cast and stone is thrown
Copyright © James Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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